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About

Ashlee is Mama of one darling boy. A 28 week early bird, now 1 and some change, doing beautifully. She lives near Chicago with her sweetheart husband and French Bulldog. She's a thinker not afraid to get her silly on. Babywearer, veggie queen, photography nut. Before the domestic days Ashlee was pursuing a future in developmental psychology but has happily shifted gears in favor of staying at home and couldn't imagine doing anything else. In her free time (ha!) you can find her whipping up babyslings, holding down the fort at Mama Speaks and spotlighting as an Itsy Bitsy Yoga Instructor.

My 9 Month Old

My darling son,
Where has the time gone? You're probably already tired of hearing me say, "It seems like only yesterday...", but I'll say it again - It seems like only yesterday I held you in my arms for the first time. On the other hand, I have a hard time imagining that you haven't always just been here with us. You've grown in leaps and bounds this past month - the "baby" is quickly vanishing right in front of my eyes.

You've added a few words to your repertoire - Dada, dog, duck, hi and something with a "g" that you excitedly yell to me several times a day. I'm still waiting for mama though. I tell myself you just don't need to say it because I'm always around.

You're eating "real" food now. Much to my delight you aren't very interested and much prefer mama's milk. You have your favorites - black beans and brown rice, tofu, blueberries, mango's and sweet potatoes -my little veggie boy! And about that milk drinking - you've become quite the acrobat. A few times a day you grant me low key snuggly nursing sessions, the other few I have become nothing more than a snack bar. You slurp and smile, look around the room, play with a toy and dive in for more. And if you happen to encounter me topless - say first thing in the morning, in the shower or bath - I must be on high alert - you will fold yourself in two, bend backwards, whatever it takes to perform the flying latch on. Where once again you slurp and smile claiming what, for now, is rightfully yours.

You're quite the magician too. While you still have no desire to crawl sometimes I will set you on the floor, turn around for a quick moment and look back to find you several feet from where I placed you... the magic scoot. And you are a getting really good at that walking stuff! Any chance you get to hoist yourself up, you will merrily stroll across the room holding on to my finger tips.

Oliver is still your favorite play thing, his kisses can make you giggle like nothing else - well, Daddy's silliness works pretty well too! You seem to love furry creatures in general - last weekend at the Harvest festival you got lost in a beautiful gray horse's eyes. You gently stroked her face and felt her breath on your hands as she chomped at your fingers. You've 4 teeth now yourself. Two in the front on bottom and two on top on either side of where your front teeth will be. Mummy's little Jack-o-lantern! And luckily for me, you love to brush them... as long as we sing..."this is the way we brush our teeth..."

Oh, and let's not forget the dancing. Boy, you have rhythm (you get this all from your father)! At the first note of music you are a dancing fool! Now, we'll save your taste in music for another post, but it so fun to watch my little dancing man. You're independence is really starting to amaze me as well. I've watched you begin to discover that you and I are two separate, distinct people. I think you're ok with this, for a few moments at least. You sometimes "ask" for some time alone and seem to enjoy it as long I don't go too far away and am there to scoop you up as soon as you're ready.

I could spend all day typing things you've learned to do, but milestones aside you are an amazing little person X. You are in love with the world - endlessly happy. And the world it seems is all yours. At the very least your Papa and I couldn't love you more. Happy 9 months my dear.

XOXO,
Mama

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  • Blogger Cyclone says so:
    7:19 PM  

    This was gorgeous, as usual. He's doing so many new things! top

  • Blogger Adventures In Babywearing says so:
    9:11 AM  

    Oh my goodness- so precious. How I could relate to some of those things (I won't mention which ones!) You take the best pictures, too, but you also have the cutest model ever. What a darling post. top

  • Blogger Jamie says so:
    9:33 AM  

    Wow, he is doing great with the food! How is he doing with berries? We are still on blah blah and more blah. Have not tried beans and rice either...

    Great post!

    (I just read your comment over at Beth's blog... you need a break girl!!) top

  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    6:57 AM  

    Your photos are so darn cute!!! Mark has a fixation on toothbrushes -- Wordless Wednesday coming up!!! top

  • Anonymous Mama C-ta says so:
    11:58 AM  

    Oh I love this and it brings back so many memories. Mine is 14 months, sigh. All the funky latching methods and love of music, really reminds me of Cricket. Although X seems very advanced with his speaking! We still only have a couple of words.

    He's so cute and has a great wardrobe. We have those Old Navy Guitar PJ's too :)


    (BTW, here by Ad in BabyWearing, I had to see who owned that killer bones sweatshirt! Please tell me where you got it!) top